Titty Song lyrics

[Intro: Louie Ray]
(It's a Wayne beat)
I'm done comin' in low like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm finna, alright
Okay

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
b*tch neck so loose, like how the f*ck— alright
b*tch neck so loose, like how the f*ck is her head—
b*tch neck so loose like how the f*ck is her head on?
I for sure can't hit this b*tch raw, she a redbone
Jump off the headboard and dive in the pus*y 'cause the bed strong
Went live and had sex on a cellphone
Told her let her pus*y catch air until the smell gone
Too much 'za, can't еven smell my cologne
Thеy always hit me back, they probably smell how I'm gettin' on
Three hoes layin' with me, don't know who ass I was feelin' on
Got G wrapped with his n*ggas, getting rich, putting cities on
Play crazy, hit his head, spill his chili bowl

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
How the f*ck— ah
How the f*ck this— ah
How the f*ck this b*tch got little nipples, but her titties long?
b*tch walk around with no— ah
b*tch walk around with no— ah
b*tch walk around with no bra, this b*tch titties cold
b*tch pulled up with some long titties— ah, fallin' down, ah
She got some— yeah
Damn, this b*tch titties old
b*tch pulled up with some— ugh, this b*tch titties bold
b*tch asked me, "Can you play that Diddy song?"
If I leave the game, will they miss me, bro?
I remember I was bad as hell on the block, I was kickin' doors
I don't pour up ones— ah, ah
I don't pour up ones and twos, b*tch, I be sipping fours
I don't give a b*tch sh*t, the f*ck you be tippin' hoes?
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
I caught her standin' like a thot, pigeon-toed
And she got the fat feet too, pickle toes
I can pull out and slide off, I got twinkle toes
You tryna check where I be like I left the location on
She can tuck 'em back in her bra, the titties fold
Big titties lookin' real— alright, come on
Big titties lookin' mad meaty, they sloppy joes
Keep it real with her like, "Your body hot, but your titties cold"
Only shootin' shots at her chest when I'm skeeting, though
'Fore I lick the pus*y, I'll eat the— nah, I ain't gon' say that
f*ck it, 'fore I eat the pus*y, I'll lick her titties, though
You a nasty-ass n*gga, probably eat the bootyhole

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Damn, woke up with my dreads stickin' up like Coolio
'Member when I used to shop at Macies
'Member when I used to shop at— ah
I remember when I used to live in the studio
b*tch, I'm a motherf*ckin' don like Julio
'Member when I seen my first two G's like
'Member when I seen my first two G's like Gucci clothes
b*tch walked in buttnaked, that's coochie clothes, ayy
I remember when I was a kid, I was listening to Boosie songs
At the W Miami, I was f*ckin' all the groupie hoes
Oh, oh, you talkin' about like on Brickell?
I ain't gon' lie, I f*ck plenty hoes
Beat her from the back, got her standin' on her tippy-toes
b*tch asked how much pape' I got, I got plenty dough
Tricks are for kids, you old silly ho